apartment therapy changing the world, one room at a time

While I don't have a picture to lend, I'm surprised no shots of chairs - as a seat for the bride & co at a wedding, lifted up and down in the middle of a hora - have not been posted yet.

Somewhere Jock Sturges is smiling.

This reminds me of old daguerrotypes of conjoined twins. It also reminds me of a casual version of the twin ghost girls that scared it all out of the little boy in "The Shining".

Other than that, I'll bet their mother just finished saying, "Fine; don't mop. I'll mop, but you have to stay sitting there, and don't put your feet on the floor until the floorwax is dry."

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your post reminds me of a comment by Claire's gallery owner on 'Six Feet Under' about how wedding photography and art photography don't intersect . . . no matter how skillful or interesting, the pictures are still of someone else's wedding.

[I personally was hoisted around my living room on my 30th birthday. I'm not sure WHOSE tradition that is!]

Reminds me a little of Mary Ellen Mark.

Curtis, you brought back those mop-memories of my childhood. :^ )

PS I always did wonder why mom would say, "Do you want to mop the floors for me?" since I knew it wasn't really a question but a command.

in response: i suppose so, but it still seems fun to consider it a celebration for the chair. There's always that photograph, and always a chair. And it's about time that there's a design that makes it easy to lift and hard to fall out of. Hm, to the drawing board.